Cheri is in too much pain to do anything
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 36
by
copier
· original author:
allyboy1351997
With Daphne holding you by your torso in her meaty right hand, you stare down at the dishevelled, panting form of Cheri, who is laying in a heap at the bottom of the crater that Daphne’s ass has pounded into her car set over the years.
Her ill fitting clothes are draped over her now three and a half foot tall form like a blanket. Both your mom and her ruined clothes are soaked in Daphne’s sweat and some of the wetter elements from Daphne’s burrito farts. She is panting and quietly sobbing, barely able to muster the breath needed to cry, and seems barely able to move. The crushing weight of Daphne’s massive backside clearly has proven too much for her at her previous size, never mind now that she has shrunken another foot.
“Aw, was my big, sexy ass too much for you to handle Cheri?” Daphne cackles while slapping her ass with the hand she isn’t holding you with. “But I was just starting to have fun, and as your boy knows already, we don’t stop until I’m satisfied.”
With that, Daphne grabs Cheri and hoists her up over her left shoulder, before kicking the car door closed and strolling casually back towards her apartment building. She doesn’t even make any effort to hide you or your mom, indifferent towards the potential stares of her neighbours, although luckily for her there is no one around to see since it’s the middle of the day and everyone else is out.
Daphne opens the door to her apartment, panting slightly from the exertion of climbing the stairs, to reveal the horrible apartment you had called your home for the last month. Takeout containers and discarded, soiled clothing litters the floor, and the tv cycles through the garbage reality tv that Daphne loves in the corner of the room, clearly having not been turned off when you last left.
Entering her apartment, she tosses Cheri onto the couch. Your mom once more rolls into the imprint that Daphne’s rear beats into anything she sits on with any regularity.
“Take a breather Cheri, I want you ready for eating me out when I’m done taking a dump,” she grins down at Cheri, who probably won’t be truly ready to do anything for at least half an hour, who simply whimpers.
Daphne sets you down on the couch aside Cheri, before strolling to the bathroom and slamming her ass down on the toilet, not even closing the door, leaving both of you in her view. Daphne spread her legs wide on the toilet and begins to unload her bowels.
She clearly wants both you and Cheri to hear what she was doing in there, and she most likely also wants to keep an eye on Cheri since she hasn’t been broken in like you, and more importantly could potentially still reach the door handle.
With the horrible sounds of Daphne’s abuse of the poor toilet, and the smell of Daphne’s waste beginning to permeate the room, you look to Cheri.
In her crumpled state in the crater left by Daphne’s ass, Cheri is still panting and clutching her sides in agony. Her now naked form looks to be developing bruises all over from the almost hour and a half long crushing she had received during Daphne’s drive home and her feast in the car. Her face is stained with tears and she looks up to you pleadingly, her messy, sweat stained hair falling in front of her face as she turns her head, and is too focused on her pain to even bother moving it.
“Jeff... why -ugh- didn’t you tell me she was like this?” Cheri holds her side as the pain shoots through her from trying to talk. “Please tell me you don’t actually like this?”
Looking down at the crumpled, pitiful form of Cheri, you push down your mix of pity and anger at Cheri for her not taking note of Daphne’s horrible treatment till it affected her, knowing you will have to repress those feelings like you have everything else, or else you will make a stupid mistake when Daphne tries to eat her and probably end up in her belly with Cheri. Self preservation kicking in, you force your expression from concern and pity to stony indifference, as much as it pains you to do so.
“I did, you just didn’t listen.” You turn away from Cheri and look back towards Daphne, who grins at Cheri victoriously, having heard the whole exchange.
Cheri simply returns to sobbing.
The sound of the toilet choking as it attempts to suck down Daphne’s presumably massive mound of waste she had just filled it with breaks the lull in conversation, as Daphne saunters out of the bathroom towards you both.
“Well Cheri, it’s time for you to get started, I’m gonna watch some of my shows while you and your boy get me off, a perfect way to spend the evening don’t you think?” As Daphne looms over the two of you, Cheri doesn’t respond, still lying in a heap where Daphne left her. You, half without realising it, are already standing up, ready to do what Daphne needs. The realisation that your body moved at her command without you really thinking of it causes you to shiver in disgust, but you simply repeat in your head that obedience is the only thing that will keep you alive. A lesson you are afraid Cheri is about to learn if she isn’t careful.
“Not feeling it Cheri, hmmm?” Daphne’s reaction to Cheri’s unwitting disobedience isn’t the anger that you had experienced before she had broken you in, Daphne is grinning at the resistance she will likely aim to stomp out before Cheri takes the one way trip to her stomach. “I suppose I’ll show off the sort of obedience I expect from my bitches, show you what I’m expecting you to live up to.”
With that, Daphne turns around, presenting her titanic rear to you specifically and backing it up towards you. With you standing on the arm of the couch, Daphne backed her backside towards you. She had discarded her miniskirt in the bathroom and is now naked from the waist down. As she stood in front of the armrest, she bends forward and spreads her cheeks.
You are once again presented with the now very familiar view of Daphne’s ass crack, freshly smeared with the poorly wiped remnants of the atrocity she just flushed down the toilet.
Further in you can barely see the destination Daphne has planned for you, her wrinkled asshole, and beyond that you knew the hellscape of her bowels was waiting for you.
The fact that you are not only unphased by the repulsive sight of her filthy buttcrack, but thought that it’s coating of anal slime might make your passage easier, is a stark reminder of just how much Daphne’s torment has ground your free will down, and you find the familiar sense of self loathing kicking in.
“I’m not going to get wet from you just staring at it, climb in!” Daphne growled, clearly getting impatient.
Your first instinct is to do as she says and willingly crawl into her ass, but then your eyes dart to Cheri, still laying motionless in the ass-shaped crater on the couch, her eyes looking to you in a mix of concern and disgust at what you look like you are about to willingly do.
“What does her opinion matter anyway, she’s going to be food in my goddesses gut soon enough anyway,” strangely, the voice you hear as these thoughts entered your mind isn’t your own, but Daphne’s.
Turning your attention away from your mom’s concerned and disgusted stares, you look once again towards the wrinkled, filthy orifice that Daphne is presenting you with, and take a single step towards it.
For a moment, the shock of hearing Daphne’s voice in your head, mixed with your failed attempts to bury your concern for Cheri, despite her neglect, seems to give you a small moment of clarity. Your legs stop moving without your permission, and the utter horror of what you were just about to do sinks in.
You can’t do this, you can’t allow this monstrous woman to rob you of your humanity and kill and eat your mom, without at least some resistance. How pathetic would you be if you just went along with that?
As Daphne looks over her shoulder at you with building frustration that you aren’t helping her make her point to Cheri, and Cheri looks to you with what could almost be considered motherly concern, what happens next?
1) Your fear of Daphne and survival instincts kick in, and you run headfirst into Daphne’s hungry anus, scrambling to worm your way as deep into her bowels as you can.
2) You manage to build up the courage to rebel against Daphne’s wishes. You refuse to climb into her ass, how does she react?
3) Before you can make a decision, Daphne is distracted by an urgent news report interrupting her reality TV. The shrinking disease is spreading, and it looks like Daphne may be able to secure more meals after your mom if it continues.
Her ill fitting clothes are draped over her now three and a half foot tall form like a blanket. Both your mom and her ruined clothes are soaked in Daphne’s sweat and some of the wetter elements from Daphne’s burrito farts. She is panting and quietly sobbing, barely able to muster the breath needed to cry, and seems barely able to move. The crushing weight of Daphne’s massive backside clearly has proven too much for her at her previous size, never mind now that she has shrunken another foot.
“Aw, was my big, sexy ass too much for you to handle Cheri?” Daphne cackles while slapping her ass with the hand she isn’t holding you with. “But I was just starting to have fun, and as your boy knows already, we don’t stop until I’m satisfied.”
With that, Daphne grabs Cheri and hoists her up over her left shoulder, before kicking the car door closed and strolling casually back towards her apartment building. She doesn’t even make any effort to hide you or your mom, indifferent towards the potential stares of her neighbours, although luckily for her there is no one around to see since it’s the middle of the day and everyone else is out.
Daphne opens the door to her apartment, panting slightly from the exertion of climbing the stairs, to reveal the horrible apartment you had called your home for the last month. Takeout containers and discarded, soiled clothing litters the floor, and the tv cycles through the garbage reality tv that Daphne loves in the corner of the room, clearly having not been turned off when you last left.
Entering her apartment, she tosses Cheri onto the couch. Your mom once more rolls into the imprint that Daphne’s rear beats into anything she sits on with any regularity.
“Take a breather Cheri, I want you ready for eating me out when I’m done taking a dump,” she grins down at Cheri, who probably won’t be truly ready to do anything for at least half an hour, who simply whimpers.
Daphne sets you down on the couch aside Cheri, before strolling to the bathroom and slamming her ass down on the toilet, not even closing the door, leaving both of you in her view. Daphne spread her legs wide on the toilet and begins to unload her bowels.
She clearly wants both you and Cheri to hear what she was doing in there, and she most likely also wants to keep an eye on Cheri since she hasn’t been broken in like you, and more importantly could potentially still reach the door handle.
With the horrible sounds of Daphne’s abuse of the poor toilet, and the smell of Daphne’s waste beginning to permeate the room, you look to Cheri.
In her crumpled state in the crater left by Daphne’s ass, Cheri is still panting and clutching her sides in agony. Her now naked form looks to be developing bruises all over from the almost hour and a half long crushing she had received during Daphne’s drive home and her feast in the car. Her face is stained with tears and she looks up to you pleadingly, her messy, sweat stained hair falling in front of her face as she turns her head, and is too focused on her pain to even bother moving it.
“Jeff... why -ugh- didn’t you tell me she was like this?” Cheri holds her side as the pain shoots through her from trying to talk. “Please tell me you don’t actually like this?”
Looking down at the crumpled, pitiful form of Cheri, you push down your mix of pity and anger at Cheri for her not taking note of Daphne’s horrible treatment till it affected her, knowing you will have to repress those feelings like you have everything else, or else you will make a stupid mistake when Daphne tries to eat her and probably end up in her belly with Cheri. Self preservation kicking in, you force your expression from concern and pity to stony indifference, as much as it pains you to do so.
“I did, you just didn’t listen.” You turn away from Cheri and look back towards Daphne, who grins at Cheri victoriously, having heard the whole exchange.
Cheri simply returns to sobbing.
The sound of the toilet choking as it attempts to suck down Daphne’s presumably massive mound of waste she had just filled it with breaks the lull in conversation, as Daphne saunters out of the bathroom towards you both.
“Well Cheri, it’s time for you to get started, I’m gonna watch some of my shows while you and your boy get me off, a perfect way to spend the evening don’t you think?” As Daphne looms over the two of you, Cheri doesn’t respond, still lying in a heap where Daphne left her. You, half without realising it, are already standing up, ready to do what Daphne needs. The realisation that your body moved at her command without you really thinking of it causes you to shiver in disgust, but you simply repeat in your head that obedience is the only thing that will keep you alive. A lesson you are afraid Cheri is about to learn if she isn’t careful.
“Not feeling it Cheri, hmmm?” Daphne’s reaction to Cheri’s unwitting disobedience isn’t the anger that you had experienced before she had broken you in, Daphne is grinning at the resistance she will likely aim to stomp out before Cheri takes the one way trip to her stomach. “I suppose I’ll show off the sort of obedience I expect from my bitches, show you what I’m expecting you to live up to.”
With that, Daphne turns around, presenting her titanic rear to you specifically and backing it up towards you. With you standing on the arm of the couch, Daphne backed her backside towards you. She had discarded her miniskirt in the bathroom and is now naked from the waist down. As she stood in front of the armrest, she bends forward and spreads her cheeks.
You are once again presented with the now very familiar view of Daphne’s ass crack, freshly smeared with the poorly wiped remnants of the atrocity she just flushed down the toilet.
Further in you can barely see the destination Daphne has planned for you, her wrinkled asshole, and beyond that you knew the hellscape of her bowels was waiting for you.
The fact that you are not only unphased by the repulsive sight of her filthy buttcrack, but thought that it’s coating of anal slime might make your passage easier, is a stark reminder of just how much Daphne’s torment has ground your free will down, and you find the familiar sense of self loathing kicking in.
“I’m not going to get wet from you just staring at it, climb in!” Daphne growled, clearly getting impatient.
Your first instinct is to do as she says and willingly crawl into her ass, but then your eyes dart to Cheri, still laying motionless in the ass-shaped crater on the couch, her eyes looking to you in a mix of concern and disgust at what you look like you are about to willingly do.
“What does her opinion matter anyway, she’s going to be food in my goddesses gut soon enough anyway,” strangely, the voice you hear as these thoughts entered your mind isn’t your own, but Daphne’s.
Turning your attention away from your mom’s concerned and disgusted stares, you look once again towards the wrinkled, filthy orifice that Daphne is presenting you with, and take a single step towards it.
For a moment, the shock of hearing Daphne’s voice in your head, mixed with your failed attempts to bury your concern for Cheri, despite her neglect, seems to give you a small moment of clarity. Your legs stop moving without your permission, and the utter horror of what you were just about to do sinks in.
You can’t do this, you can’t allow this monstrous woman to rob you of your humanity and kill and eat your mom, without at least some resistance. How pathetic would you be if you just went along with that?
As Daphne looks over her shoulder at you with building frustration that you aren’t helping her make her point to Cheri, and Cheri looks to you with what could almost be considered motherly concern, what happens next?
1) Your fear of Daphne and survival instincts kick in, and you run headfirst into Daphne’s hungry anus, scrambling to worm your way as deep into her bowels as you can.
2) You manage to build up the courage to rebel against Daphne’s wishes. You refuse to climb into her ass, how does she react?
3) Before you can make a decision, Daphne is distracted by an urgent news report interrupting her reality TV. The shrinking disease is spreading, and it looks like Daphne may be able to secure more meals after your mom if it continues.
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